Psalm 39

I said I will keep watch over my ways, lest I sin with my tongue : I will keep a guard on my mouth while the wicked are in my sight.
I held my tongue and said nothing : I kept silent, but found no comfort.
My pain was increased, my heart grew hot within me : while I mused, the fire blazed, and I spoke with my tongue;
Lord, let me know my end : and the number of my days,
That I may know how short my time is : for you have made my days but a handsbreadth and my whole span is as nothing before you.
Surely every man, though he stand secure, is but breath : man lives as a passing shadow.
The riches he heaps are but a puff of wind : and he cannot tell who will gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope? : truly my hope is in you.
O deliver me from all my transgressions : do not make me the butt of fools.
I was dumb, I did not open my mouth : for surely it was your doing.
Take away your plague from me : I am brought to an end by the blows of your hand.
When with rebukes you chastise a man for sin : you cause his fair looks to dissolve in putrefaction surely every man is but breath.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry : be not silent at my tears.
For I am but a stranger with you : a passing guest as all my fathers were.
Turn your eye from me, that I may smile again : before I go hence and am no more.